Old Testament

          I watched the brutal Amores Perros (approximately: "love's a bitch") for my Latin America class. This is an interlocking series of tales that could be called love stories, except that phrase conjures up the wrong image. There are stabbings, shootings and dogfights, and even uglier emotional confrontations throughout. I felt progressively worse as the movie continued, and when it was over, I was sick as a dog myself. I slept it off for almost the entire day and woke to a call from my mother. My father suffered a heart attack at work and managed to drive himself to the hospital. He's alive and resting, but he'll need to stop working for a while, so we'll see what happens. This series of infirmities sent me to bed feeling very scared.